Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 377-Rolls Reversed Ella

The gift burns through me and the ice strips away from my body faster than I

thought possible, water sliding to the floor as I push myself out, as I free my legs

and start to run.

I have to grab the door frame as I fly into the hall, using it to pivot around the

corner and keep running towards the lobby where scared humans and wolves

are pressed against the walls, staring around in hushed voices as nurses begin

to treat those who were worst wounded by the rogue priestess who came

through apparently willing to hurt anyone in her path –

I ignore them though I can’t give them any of my attention right now. I’m

focused, instead, on finding my son. I tear through the lobby, hurling the door

open at the front of the clinic and bolting through it. I’m already running, my

head swiveling, looking for any sign of the Priestess when I hear my name.

“Ella!” I spin, looking everywhere, and finally see Hank on the ground, his hand

pressed against his head, his jaw looking painfully swollen. Before I can say

anything though, he shoots a hand to his right, pointing off into the distance.

“That way!” Hank shouts. “Roger – Sinclair – ”

I gasp in relief – but then fear chases it as I realize that I have no real idea what

Hank means when he indicates that they’re here –

I start off at a sprint, using all of my senses, needing to find them –

It’s not long, though, before I see Roger stumbling towards me, covered in blood

a little blue bundle in his armsA cry rips from my throat as I put on an extra spurt of speed to get to his side,

reaching for my baby boy, tears bursting from my eyes and streaming from my

face as Roger comes stumbling to a halt, holding him out to me.

“Is he “I gasp, grabbing my baby, simultaneously trying to hold him close and

look him over –

“He’s fine, Ella -” Roger says, taking me by the shoulders. But I don’t look up at

him, instead sobbing down at my little boy, who wails like a banshee in

unhappiness and fright. I scan him through my tears but it looks like – I can’t see

eyes, seeking my bond with my child – hoping it can tell me

it, because

shouts, his hands still hard on my shoulders. “I’m serious,

I think, is okay but… Dominic” He looks back

clearing

snap my head up to look at Roger’s face when he says

grave

me. Like I’m frozen, again, in the

I turn to look, to follow his gaze, and I see

each other in the darkness. One covered

robes, the other…

an instant, as fast as I can go – but I can’t run

the baby

and my

it is with a terrible snarl, my teeth fully bared, already elongating

mouth

wide in shock and puts up his hands, showing

the gift – you have to

please, give me the

my poor motherly heart to

molecule within me screaming to hold him close, to

go again…

towards those forms in the

hand my crying child to his godfather. Roger will take care of him,

word I take

Sinclair

eyes open in the forest and wince as the bright white light stings

top half of

morning?

then I realize, quite

don’t remember

wary, trying to

even

Inside at all…

and

my hands over the crisp white

and I whip my head up to look at

of me. I

so beautiful. She’s got to be she can’t

my voice low with awe. But she doesn’t

smile I expect, instead

says, shaking her head and coming close

and smiling down into my face. “You’ve

You’re confused. Think about

“Am I…am I dead?”

down at me, slowly shaking her head.

questions, except Dr.

is fine. You’re just really, really

at her. But she just smiles at me again

before sitting herself in my lap. My